The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 270

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Chapter 270

“Ahhhhh!”

A refreshing cry of exhilaration burst forth from atop the platform in the 5th Training Ground.

“Excellent! Splendid! This is what living is all about!”

Rimer, who remained alone in the 5th Training Ground, had spread out a drinking table atop the platform and grinned wickedly.

“This cup is for Raon! And the second cup is for Burren!”

He raised his cup toward the moon and drained it in succession.

“Both of them are still alive, sir!”

Tias, standing below the platform, shook his head.

“Ah, I don’t mean for them to die—I mean for them to do well and return safely.”

Rimer chuckled and tore into a whole roasted pig he had obtained from the Dining Hall.

“Ahhh! This is paradise!”

He stripped the meat clean in an instant, rinsed his mouth with alcohol, and patted his belly.

“That damned Raon has been controlling my diet lately, so I haven’t been able to eat properly. He’s truly insufferable.”

Rimer muttered that he needed to recover his strength as quickly as possible and sighed.

“Are you not concerned about the Gwangpung Unit Leader?”

Tias bit his lip while gazing toward the direction of the Central Intelligence Agency.

“The Jeonmadan is formidable. While they cannot compare to the larger organizations, they are certainly among the top three military forces within their tier.”

Even if only the Jeonmadan existed within the Central Intelligence Agency, there was no scenario where the Gwangpung Unit could emerge victorious. Rather than rescuing Burren, it seemed they would be the ones in danger.

“Phew, my heart is pounding so hard I feel like I might die.”

If Raon hadn’t ordered me to stay here, I would have rushed to the Central Intelligence Agency immediately.

“You know how it is in novels—when you’re saving a comrade, a special power ignites within you.”

Rimer twirled the finger he had raised in the air.

“That’s not just fiction. You saw the confidence blazing in our kids’ eyes when they headed to the Central Intelligence Agency.”
“Hmm, that look was….”

Tias swallowed hard. The Gwangpung Unit’s eyes didn’t gleam with confidence—they shimmered with a ferocious intensity. It felt less like they were rescuing a comrade and more like they were planning an abduction.

“In any case, just relax and wait. The kids will bring Burren back safely.”
“That would be a relief, but….”

If the Gwangpung Unit remained unharmed and Burren returned safely, there was nothing more to wish for.

“Is there something else troubling you?”

Rimer turned his head, sprawled out on the platform as if it were his own private chamber.

“Gelmir has reached the intermediate Master rank. He’s such a cold and calculating swordsman—I’m not sure how we’ll defeat him….”

More than half of the Jeonmadan’s military strength came from Gelmir’s power. I was worried about how Raon would face him.

“Ahahaha! You don’t need to worry about that monster. He’ll definitely win.”

Rimer declared Raon’s victory with certainty, gazing up at the moon hanging in the sky.

“But Gelmir has reached the intermediate Master rank….”
“He’s merely at the intermediate level. At that level, he can’t stop Raon.”

He tossed a peanut into his mouth and grinned.

“All we need to do is wonder what else that monster will gain from this.”

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Clang!

My blade and Gelmir’s clashed more than ten times in a single breath, sending sparks cascading through the air like a fountain.

Whoooosh!

Gelmir’s thrust pierced through the shower of tiny embers, streaking toward me.

I stepped forward with a half-step, narrowing my eyes.

‘Nearly at the master level.’

The speed and precision of his blade strikes harmonized with the power behind them in near-perfect synchronization. It was flawless swordsmanship without a single opening.

Clang!

I extended the Gwangah Blade and struck the center of Gelmir’s three-sword thrust.

‘Ugh…’

A groan escaped me as the brutal force resonated through my aura and into my bones. He was a despicable man who had kidnapped and brainwashed my brother, but his skill was undeniably genuine.

“Try this.”

Gelmir thrust his three-sword forward with his elbow slightly lowered. The starting point of the thrust had dropped slightly, and the blade trembled as an incomprehensible trajectory formed.

“Bring it on.”

I raised the Jecheon Blade to the upper left. With a strike as sharp as a dragon’s claw, I struck upward before Gelmir’s swordsmanship could fully manifest its power.

Clang!

Even though I had blocked before the technique completed, my grip trembled. The penetrating force piercing through my aura—it was the power of a master who had trained thrusting to its absolute limit.

Crash!

I unleashed a continuous barrage of Yeonseongswordsmanship, blade techniques resembling constellations flowing seamlessly as I deflected Gelmir’s thrust.

Clang!

Pivoting my right foot to the left, I spread the scorching aura embedded in the Jecheon Blade’s edge.

Ten Thousand Flowers Technique, Hundred Blossoms.
Flame Spirit.

Between the flower buds sprouting from the sword’s edge, countless petals of flame scattered and engulfed the entire secret chamber.

Whoooosh!

Each fragment of flame—a concentrated burst of energy—spiraled into a crimson tempest that descended upon Gelmir.

“Hmph!”

Gelmir let out a scoff, tilted his shoulders back, and unleashed three sword strikes. The blade edge, wrapped in concentrated energy, branched into a hundred rays, cleaving through the entire inferno.

“Heh.”

I exhaled a wry chuckle.

‘This is entertaining.’

Even with the thrust’s speed pushed to extremes, its power remained undiminished, and the trajectory was flawless. It was swordsmanship refined to an exquisite degree.

‘He compresses wind and detonates it.’

As Burren’s brother, Gelmir possessed a high affinity for wind. At the moment of his thrust, he detonated compressed wind aura to maximize both power and speed—a supreme sword technique, the Wind Piercing Blade Form. The name was well-deserved.

“Have you lost your senses? Don’t regret it now. This is only the beginning!”

Gelmir’s voice turned frigid as he carved through space itself, advancing toward me. The thrust I had witnessed moments before unfolded once more from his hand.

Whoooooosh!

There was no space left to evade. My entire field of vision was consumed by silver blade edges.

“Try acting arrogant like you did a moment ago!”

Gelmir grinned with bared teeth, convinced he had already won, and thrust his triple sword forward. In the instant hundreds of blades wrapped in aura pierced toward my entire body, I raised the Celestial Sword and swept it upward.

Kwaaaaaaah!

A wall of frost erupted along the sword’s trajectory, completely blocking every strand of aura Gelmir had fired from his thrust.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The wall of cold melted away like spring snow, but not a single blade of energy slipped through behind it.

‘This is quite serviceable.’

I had constructed the wall using Glacia’s techniques learned through Roengrin’s knowledge, and judging by how it had stopped an intermediate Master-rank sword aura, its defensive capability surpassed even the Thousand Flower Technique.

“Arrogant? I’ve never been that.”

I watched Gelmir’s wavering eyes and curled my lips into a smile.

“The fact that I kidnapped and brainwashed my own brother out of fear—that’s true.”
“Shut up!”

Gelmir forcibly suppressed his panic and extended his triple sword. Rather than firing aura, he concentrated an enormous amount of power throughout the entire blade and thrust directly forward. The speed and force were incomparably stronger than before.

Whooooosh!

I resonated the ring of fire intensely, sharpening my focus.

‘The principle is the same.’

A thrust combining the Ultimate Swift and Ultimate Strong—aura maximized for penetration with wind essence detonating outward. The power and speed had increased, but the execution remained unchanged.

Screeeech!

From the fierce aura emanating from the triple sword, pain erupted across my skin as if it were being torn, though it hadn’t even made contact.

Boom!

I observed Gelmir’s thrust to its end before gliding smoothly into the Taihwa Step.

Whoooosh!

Strands of hair fell across Gelmir’s three swords. Even as I moved through the footwork, his thrust pursued me relentlessly, and I couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.

‘He’s certainly strong….’

Winning won’t be difficult.

Gelmir was undoubtedly far stronger than Tiller, but I had already grasped the essence of his swordsmanship. If I drew upon my full power to fight, victory was assured.

‘However.’

I wanted to learn.

Setting aside his character, Gelmir’s thrusts approached perfection. Though I couldn’t replicate them exactly due to our different attributes, I wanted to make that level of mastery my own.

I watched Gelmir’s eyes, brimming with confidence in victory, and licked my lips.

‘I’ll gladly feast on your swordsmanship.’

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Gelmir let out a cold laugh as he watched me retreat continuously.

‘I made a mistake.’

There was no need to fear someone like him.

A master swordsman could discern the opponent’s heart and thoughts merely by crossing blades.
Raon Zigheart was now cowering before the first stance of the Windstorm Sword Technique, thinking only of escape.

“Pathetic. So you’ve been running your mouth while doing nothing but flee!”
“One step back for two steps forward—you don’t know the principle? How ignorant.”

I flashed a sly smile and shrugged my shoulders.

“You… damn bastard….”

Rather than falling for the provocation, he turned it back on me and focused solely on evading my thrust.
Watching him dodge—not just dodge, but retreat while keeping his eyes fixed on my blade until the very end—only fueled my irritation further.

‘Do you think I can’t read your intentions?’

In battles between masters, concentration is paramount. Gelmir was clearly trying to shake my composure and create an opening.

I’ve fought countless battles like this before.

Gelmir bit the inside of his cheek. He focused his mind to maintain cold rationality and swung his blade with renewed intensity.

‘I will never fall for such a trick!’

Drawing a deep breath, he unleashed the opening forms of the Windstorm Sword Technique in rapid succession. The explosive thrust infused with wind energy shattered my aura into fragments.

“It’s too late for apologies now. I’ll kill you and overturn this entire situation!”
“Keep talking.”
“You stubborn fool!”

This man would keep running his mouth even in death. I wanted to tear that endless tongue right out of him.

Whoooosh!

Gelmir clenched his molars and unleashed the Explosive Pierce technique of the Windstorm Sword Technique. The blade strike, honed to maximum sharpness and speed, shot toward my shoulder.

Crack.

I twisted my sword hand slightly before thrusting forward. It was a thrust with a sensation similar to the Explosive Pierce.

Boom!

The Explosive Pierce and my blade strike collided head-on, creating a devastating impact that shook the entire underground chamber.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

It was only natural that Raon was the one pushed back by that tremendous collision.

“Pathetic fool.”

Gelmir twisted his lips as he watched Raon retreat five steps.

“Did you really think you could imitate the Wind Sage Sword Technique?”

The Wind Sage Sword Technique was a supreme swordsmanship that required not only massive amounts of aura but also the essential manipulation of wind itself.

A scoff escaped him at the sight of someone who couldn’t even handle wind itself, let alone compress it, attempting to imitate the Wind Sage Sword Technique.

“We’ll see about that once we finish this.”

Raon reset his stance and flicked his fingers. Despite what must have been internal injuries, his composure made my blood boil.

“Come again.”
“You bastard!”

He might not know swordsmanship, but he was so skilled at provocation that it made one’s soul leave their body.

“I’ll end this in one breath!”

Gelmir gritted his teeth and unleashed Ten Thousand Winds Returning to Stillness, one of the ultimate techniques of the Wind Sage Sword Technique. The compressed wind energy from his shoulder exploded in an instant, targeting Raon’s heart.

Kwaaaaa!

The terrifying power and speed were so great that the very air seemed to split open.

Raon appeared to be imitating Ten Thousand Winds Returning to Stillness as well, lowering his shoulder slightly before unleashing a crimson aura in one fluid motion.

Screeeech!

Sword clashed against sword, their blades intertwining like rose thorns as a deafening roar echoed as if the mountain itself were collapsing.

“Ugh….”
“Kugh!”

Gelmir remained standing in place, but Raon let out a faint groan and retreated four steps backward.

“I told you it wouldn’t work!”

Gelmir gnashed his teeth and drove toward my left side. He brought his raised sword down in a devastating arc. Windstorm Sword Technique, Hundred Thunder Strikes—an ultra-high-speed sword attack that unleashed a hundred thrusts in a single instant.

“Hah!”

I had no intention of retreating. I simply twisted my wrist slightly and mirrored the exact form of the Hundred Thunder Strikes.

Kwaaaang!

Blade clashed against blade endlessly, and waves of aura erupted into the sky. Everything around us was engulfed beneath a crimson tidal wave.

“This is futile. I’ll skewer you like a—wait?”

Gelmir swallowed hard as he stared at my sword.

‘What is this?’

Even as I continued unleashing the Hundred Thunder Strikes, my thrusts were subtly transforming with each exchange.

Faster, stronger, more precise.

From thrusts that were merely passable to ones refined with flawless execution.

Like a child learning to walk by following their mother’s footsteps, my swordplay was beginning to mirror his own.

‘No, that’s impossible.’

To improve the proficiency of one’s thrusts during such a desperate battle—it defied all logic. His jaw trembled uncontrollably.

‘Then!’

Gelmir halted the Hundred Thunder Strikes and spun his body in mid-air. He kicked off a collapsed pillar and brought his sword crashing down. It was the Windstorm Sword Technique’s secret move—Iron Wolf Descent.

Whoooosh!

A sword strike like a wolf’s fangs descending upon prey aimed for my head.

I lowered my stance. With my elbow slightly raised as if executing the Iron Wolf Descent, I thrust my sword toward the empty space above.

‘He’ll never be able to replicate this!’

Eungcheollang was a technique from the Pungsa Sword Art that maximized the essence of wind. It was impossible for Raon, who possessed only heat and cold, to imitate it.

‘I’ll crush his skull!’

As I attempted to shatter Raon’s head with Eungcheollang, his pupils flashed with an ominous light. Wind essence erupted from my extended wrist, and the flames contained in my blade surged forth like a raging torrent.

‘This… what is this!’

The form and speed were nearly identical to Eungcheollang, yet the power was far greater. It was an impossible sword strike.

Kwaaaang!

A colossal pillar of flame erupted, shaking the very ground, and both Raon and Gelmir staggered back two steps.

“You… what are you!”

Gelmir’s eyes wavered like a sailboat caught in a blue squall.

“How do you possess the essence of wind!”

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I chuckled softly as I observed Gelmir’s eyes, which had grown even wider than when I came to rescue Burren.

‘The essence of wind…’

I was surprised too.

I felt it when I attempted to learn Gelmir’s thrusting technique. With my fire-attuned Manwha Art, I couldn’t replicate it perfectly.

Just as I was about to settle for merely increasing my proficiency in the thrust, a crystalline essence surged from my dantian.

A power that dwelled within the Manwha Art yet was not inherently fire-natured—the wind aura that Rimer had bestowed upon me.

The wind’s essence melted within the flames flowed along the ring of fire, allowing me to replicate the Windstorm Sword Technique perfectly.

‘The rewards of dedication to fundamentals.’

Thanks to the basic sword techniques I practiced daily, the wind’s essence I had gained from Rimer, and the ring of fire that had reached the pinnacle of the 6th star, I had achieved this breakthrough.

“Th-this is insane! This is impossible!”

Gelmir shrieked and charged forward, squeezing his aura and body to their limits as he unleashed a thrust. His speed and power surged, and he even twisted his trajectory mid-strike.

“Hah…”

I steadied my breathing and adjusted my grip on the Heavenly Sword.

‘There’s room to grow further.’

A smile crossed my face at the prospect of elevating my swordsmanship to even greater heights.

Roooooar!

Reading the flow of Gelmir’s thrust through the ring of fire, I unleashed the Heavenly Sword in response.

Claaang!

Though my blade extended a fraction later than Gelmir’s thrust, it yielded not an inch.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Crimson sparks erupted where the two blade tips collided, warping the very air around them.

“Who—what are you!”
“Raon Zigheart.”
“I didn’t ask for your name! How did you replicate my technique!”
“Well.”
“Grraaaagh!”

Gelmir’s eyes burned crimson as he unleashed his strikes with the fury of a man who had lost all reason. Even consumed by rage, his thrusts remained flawless.

‘This is all education.’

I seized the opportunity without hesitation, absorbing every nuance of Gelmir’s thrusting technique.

The subtle movements of wrist and shoulder according to the direction of the thrust, the method of channeling aura to imbue penetrating and explosive power into the blade strike, the keen eye to spot openings in a fleeting moment and change trajectories—I drank it all in.

I absorbed the advantages Gelmir had cultivated in his thrusting technique and discarded the weaknesses.

“Haaah….”

After steadying my breath, I unsheathed the Gwangah Sword, infusing it with the subtleties of thrusting I had learned in this battle. The Gwangah Sword’s blood-crimson blade, now moving at a completely different speed and force than before, collided head-on with Gelmir’s wind-serpent sword technique.

Whoooosh!

With an eerie sound of tearing air, blade clashed against blade. After the collision of tremendous force, it was Gelmir who was pushed back.

“Ah….”

His jaw trembled as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“What… what is this….”
“This isn’t the end, is it?”

I flicked my fingers.

“Come at me properly.”
“You bastard!”

Gelmir surged forward with a chilling killing intent. The techniques of his wind-serpent sword style unfolded in rapid succession from his triple-blade assault, but since I had already read the flow, defending was not difficult.

‘Just a bit more.’

I parried every one of Gelmir’s strikes while refining my thrusting technique to its limit. My insides churned and my bones ached from the penetrating and explosive power contained in his aura, but the joy of growth allowed me to endure it all.
My insides churned and my bones ached from the penetrating and explosive power contained in that bastard’s aura, but thanks to the joy of growing stronger, I could endure it as long as needed.

“Ah…”

Gelmir’s hand trembled as he gripped the sword.

“I can’t lose like this!”

I needed to kill that Monster and Burren to carve out a path to survival. If I fell here, a fate worse than death awaited me.

‘Thrusting won’t work anymore.’

From what I’d observed so far, the Windstrike Sword Technique held no effect against him. I had to change my approach.

‘I’ll use it as bait.’

There was only one option left. I would dangle the Windstrike Sword Technique’s ultimate move as bait, then strike from behind with the newly mastered sword art.

“Haaah….”

Gelmir steadied his breathing. He drew forth aura so intense it made his dantian ache, then kicked off the ground.

Soaring Dragon Wind Blade.

The final technique of the Windstrike Sword Technique descended from the ceiling, riding the wind and extending outward. A thousand thrusts in one—an endless sword momentum that shattered even the opponent’s will to fight.

‘This is a feint.’

The aura woven into the Soaring Dragon Wind Blade was sparse. The true attack—the Demonic Righteous Sword—hid itself behind that brilliant display. With tremendous force, the dark blade aimed for Raon’s throat.

“This is….”

Raon’s brow furrowed as he watched the waves of force spreading from the Soaring Dragon Wind Blade, his attention seemingly captured by the technique.

‘Perfect!’

Gelmir clenched his fist. The Demonic Righteous Sword concealed behind the Soaring Dragon Wind Blade was unstoppable. Even that Monster would have no choice but to offer his throat—it was a flawless assault.

“You lacked faith in yourself.”

As Gelmir brought down the Demonic Righteous Sword with certainty of victory, Raon’s cold voice resonated through the void.

Crimson flames blazed outward, tearing apart the Soaring Dragon Wind Blade that had been used as a decoy.

“You should never have abandoned the thrust.”

What emerged from behind was a dragon. A red dragon that seemed to burst from Raon’s eyes opened its maw wide and devoured the Demonic Righteous Sword whole.

Crackle!

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